From some old country
This is the oddest card game
With rules to make your hair stand on end
No use trying to make sense of it
Just accept that it’s the way it is
Don’t bother asking too many questions
They call it Clabiash quite similar to Tarbish
It’s still a favorite of the Maritimes
Played back in the day
As far back as I remember
Come the weekend let guests arrive
Clear the table bring out the cards
A round of beers before we start
Bids to launch the rounds
Partners ruse and much excitement
Base count one sixty four
Trumped or sandbagging
Twenties bellies fifties
Count your points or else go bate
Absurd rules lead to hot tempers
Misplays turn to family feuds
Otherwise a lot of fun around the table
A beer or two resets the mood
Playing Clabiash all weekends through
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.3~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on February 27, 2020
Categories:
maritimes, conflict, family, fun, games,
Form: Free verse
A Visit From Some Old Friends
(Thanking Carl and Phyllis)
By Franklin Price
10/02/2015
A visit from some old friends
Turns back the hands of time
Back to the days of riding
And maybe misdemeanor crime
Met them in the HOG club
The Harley “Mary Poppins” group
When we were week-end rebels
From the times of hula-hoop
Those days were so much different
Chose two wheels over cage
Trips a thousand miles or more
For us was all the rage
Starting then, before the sun rose
Stopping hours after set
The ride was what it was about
Not the ending, you can bet
All five senses were aware
Of the wind, and open road
Saddlebags and tour packs
Carried all our journey's load
Never was a thought of trailering
Even when from coast to coast
If we had hauled the bikes behind us
We'd have no reason now to boast
Living then in florida
Rode from there, throughout the land
The lower forty-eight were done
Canadian Maritimes were grand
Riding in South Africa
On the left side of the lane
Saw DLT's and Ostriches
Found tractors were a pain
There are so many memories
Could go on forevermore
But I hear you now are knocking
Must stop and open up the door
Categories:
maritimes, friendship, meaningful, memory,
Form: Rhyme
In the Maritimes, it is difficult
Especially, on the Bay
Where winds are carried.
The temperatures drop down, really low
Could swear, you're in the Arctic
Snow piles up too.
The brutal winter wind, stays close behind
Dressed up, like an Eskimo
You will beg for warmth.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb.6/2007
Categories:
maritimes, art,
Form: Kimo
Blustery winds blow outside
so cold.
Minus thirty-four wind chill
so cold.
Fingers freeze within seconds
so cold.
Trees covered in ice, shiver
so cold.
I can't wait for the Spring's warmth
so cold.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Jan.3/2014
I am getting tired of being in this deep freeze. It's been nothing, but, cold here in the Maritimes. I went to Timmy's last nice and almost froze to death on the walk there and back home. I did, however, stay there for a couple of hours and post poetry to warm up. :O)
Categories:
maritimes, art,
Form: Haiku
I’m standing solemnly contemplating
How ageing lighthouses independents
Have become Maritimes normality
With beacons becoming statutory
Now standing shimmering silhouetted
You’re shining flawlessly undemanding
The hopeful monument oblivious
To seamen’s abounding adorations
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
09.22.2014
Contest: The Lighthouse
Nette Onclaud
7th
Categories:
maritimes, adventure, character, image, inspirational,
Form: Verse